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It’s Pearl Harbor Day – a day I’m writing about right now in my chapter, when a lot of my characters felt put on notice. And right now so do I, with my deadline screaming at me. My most recent blogging has been at a Facebook page I put together for Ain’t Marching, rather than constantly clogging this one with meditations on spoiled priests and mortar blasts. (If you want to know more, please do stop by there.)

A few mostly-unmilitary matters I’ve meant to note here, though:

As most know, the country’s security is now largely in the hands of menopausal women. So much for invisibility.

I finally saw Milk, and as expected cried like a baby. But did no one tell Gus van Sant, for the opening scene, that no subway staircase is *ever* that empty in the early evening? Or that quiet? (It comes quickly in the trailer below.) I know he’s used to less naturalistic forms, but that yell was developed in New York. May as well make it feel real. In addition, I have mixed feelings about the ending, though I know the movie was already too long, but I wish van Sant had been able to do more than mention the trial of Milk’s assassin and the twin “WhiteNights.”The first link is to Jim Jones’ massacre, the second to a memory of that week in the Castro). Maybe that should be a separate movie.